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    Monday, April 30, 2007

    The Hunt


    So I admit that I don't get on hands and knees and scrub grout as often as I "should", and that the kids really need to learn to hang their towels after use instead of dropping them onto the floor. I also admit that we have a very slow water leak near the toilet that makes the perfect environment for crawlies like water bugs.

    Water bugs rate right down there with roaches for me, and until I saw this, house centipedes weren't very far above them. (at least they were interesting to look at).

    In the middle of the night the other day, I got up to use the facilities, when I saw this horrid water bug waiting on the bathroom floor next to the toilet. I was in a bit of a rush, so I propped my leg on the bathtub and commenced to business, praying that the disgusting thing would stay put until I was done and until I could find a shoe for the squashing.

    I was dreading cleaning up the mangled, crumpled body parts and guts of squashed repulsobug when I noticed my savior, my knight in shining armor, who was lurking nearby to relieve my worries altogether.

    Not only did I not have to squash the nasty thing, but I also wasn't going to have to clean it's gooeys up off the floor with a tissue-bit. Lovely, darling house centipede was hunting. Hunting a big tasty water bug for his dinner, and there was to be no icky squish or clean-up for me to endure that night.

    Oh joy, and all give hail to my sweet protector and saver of icky jobs, the house centipede!

    2 comments:

    panda said...

    so have you decited to let one or 2 of them live in your house now??

    Whimspiration said...

    Only one survived. The predator, eater of roach-like nasties. House centipede.